Asch the Bloody (
dissonates) wrote2010-11-19 06:13 am
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[It's morning, and Asch is paying a visit to the smithy to look into getting his Maestro sword sharpened; it's been a while, and you can only do so much without giving it a proper filing. While he's there waiting for his request to be processed - or waiting for a free spot in the workshop to do it himself if necessary - he browses around the store at the new arrivals, wanting to check on what kinds of blades have shown up. And that's about when he stumbles upon something he definitely wasn't expecting to see.
So within a few hours, Asch can be found heading home through the snow with two swords, one at his hip and the other simply carried by his side, though he's careful with it, as if it's some kind of sacred weapon. He's looking for someone specific, but feel free to stop him en route to House 5 if you're around.]
So within a few hours, Asch can be found heading home through the snow with two swords, one at his hip and the other simply carried by his side, though he's careful with it, as if it's some kind of sacred weapon. He's looking for someone specific, but feel free to stop him en route to House 5 if you're around.]
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Asch, hey. Did you need-... [Guy trails off when he catches sight of the sword in Asch's hands, fingers clenching around the shirt.]
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To be truthful he'd been afraid he'd never see it again; it hadn't shown up in the two-plus years he'd been in Luceti. Or he'd been afraid it had and that some New Feather had found it pretty and taken it for themselves. That hurt a little bit more, to think of his father's sword in the possession of someone else, someone who didn't know its importance.
Guy holds the Jewel carefully, as if it could shatter if he were too rough with it, and his voice is a bit choked when he finally speaks.]
Thank you.
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...It's good that you have it back.
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He makes for the doorway, setting a hand on Asch's shoulder briefly before passing him and heading for his room. The laundry sits abandoned atop the dryer and his door clicks shut down the hallway.]
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Maybe he should have just left it by Guy's door. Then he wouldn't feel so torn.
After a while, he finally moves, unfastening his sword and resting it against the wall by the door. Then he steps forward and works on finishing the laundry. He's pretty sure it'll be the last thing on Guy's mind for a while.]
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Oh. [Guy looks slightly uncomfortable; he obviously hadn't thought Asch would still be around.]
You didn't have to do that for me, thank you.
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...I didn't think you'd be coming back.
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...Asch?
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What is it?
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I don't know what to say to you now.
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I've been doing everything I can to make you feel welcome. I've tried to talk with you, I've made all the kinds of foods you like; I don't push you or mess with you. I haven't brought up anything that might make you uncomfortable.
I don't know what else to do.
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...I can't just... pretend everything's fine. Not when we used to be... [Different. Closer.
...Like that.]
What did you expect when you asked me to come back here?
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Is this what you meant? Putting everything we had on hold?
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If you could tell me what kind of boundaries I should have, maybe I'd be doing a better job of this.
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I don't understand what you want from me. Why did you come back if you still didn't want to be near me? If I had any boundaries I wanted you to respect I'd have told you what they were. If I didn't want you around I wouldn't have asked you to come back at all.
[Guy buries a hand in his hair, making a noise of frustration.] Why are you waiting for me to make all the decisions? If you don't want me to do something, tell me not to do it.
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He thought he could handle it, and this whole time he's been proving himself wrong. Dammit, dammit, dammit.]
...I don't know. I wish I did, but I don't. I don't know how to stop thinking about it, or to stop wondering what's okay and what isn't. I don't know how to go back to thinking of you as just... Guy.
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Then don't. I haven't gone back to thinking of you as "just Asch." I probably never will.
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